Have I mentioned I love this place? Because I really do. It’s not glamorous or fancy. The sidewalks are an adventure. The streets are…creative. It’s noisy. All. The. Time. The butcher down the road hangs pig skins in the back of his truck to dry before frying them to make chicharrones. I chose not take a photo of that one. Shudder. The donkey down the road is psychotic. The people say buenos dias with a true smile. The thing is, it’s not dirty. At first glance you might think it is, but it isn’t. Every morning people are out sweeping their sidewalks, even sweeping the street. Garbage pickup is pretty much every day. Recycling is another matter entirely though. Sigh.
The walls of Ajijic. Right. The walls…that’s what I was going to talk about today. You know, this blog thing is pretty cool. I get to talk at length, about whatever I want, and no one interrupts me or rolls their eyes (I’m looking at you #1, #2 and #3). And if you stop listening – or reading, as the case may be – I don’t know about it! Works for me. So, the walls. I’m sure it’s similar in other Mexican towns, but the walls of the houses and buildings are the main decoration. People seem to take great pride in their walls. The vast majority of the structures are walls, with the building behind. Most of the time you have no idea what is behind the walls. It’s kind of a thrill when you walk past somewhere and the door or gate is open so you can see inside! Very few businesses have signs, their name and sometimes the hours are painted right onto the building. Anyway, they will explain themselves😎
There you go. Some of the artistic views around town. One of these days we might even venture out of this town. But for now we are content🥰
Beautiful! I had no idea. Coffee table book worthy.